Most my poetry and stories are written about my life as a child and the damage child abuse does to a child's mind.. I am no longer a keeper of secrets. I crank my rock n roll, smoke doob and write like a crazy women. Peace out..Shaunda
It was early morning when twelve year old Eden lay in bed, her eyes wide open, thinking about the day ahead. Today was the day Eden was going to save her rabbit Honey Bunch from the killing tree!
Eden called it the killing tree, because Mr.Fester the neighbor used it to butcher his eating rabbits on. And, Eden knew something terrible about Fester, as she called him. She knew he'd forced his daughter to butcher her own rabbit.
Eden was mortified, watching Mr. Fester yelling at his daughter Shauna, shoving the the pipe into her hands, squeezing them so tight around the pipe,...